Please Don't Leave Me

I got the song choice for this story from a video on YouTube, it was a fan video, with scenes from Suits and P!nk's Please Don't Leave Me playing, I don't remember who made it, but thanks for the inspiration!

"Enough!" Mike yelled. "I've had enough! I don't know what's going on and I really don't care anymore. Ever since we kissed, you've been a complete and total ass! Before, I'll admit, that you were only partially an ass, most of the time. Now, I don't know if you're embarrassed or regret it or whatever, but you've crossed a line. Tearing me down in front of everyone and anyone out there? In front of a client? What the hell were you thinking?"

Harvey looked away. He knew that he had been overly harsh to Mike as of late and that reprimanding him in front of clients like an angry Nun at Catholic school was wrong, but God damn it! Mike was driving him crazy, every time the guy is within 3 feet of Harvey, he feels trapped, like Mike is way too close for comfort, like at any moment, Mike can just reach through his rib cage and literally grab his heart and take off with it on that bike of his. Some might call it scared, not Harvey, he says that even Mike's presence is annoying, not only his voice. Harvey didn't really feel bad thinking about Mike like that, he did, however, regret saying that to his face. Harvey is 100% positive that he never wants to see that level of hurt on Mike's face ever again, not that he cared if it hurt Mike at all.

Harvey snapped from his thoughts when Mike threw his badge on his desk. "What the hell? I give you a hard time and you up and quit, again? Jesus, Mike grow a skin."

Mike laughed a bit, "You think I don't have skin? You think that I could have lasted a week around you without skin?" Mike paused and shook his head. "At first, I was learning from you, you weren't the best teacher I've ever had, or the nicest, but I was learning. Now, you're just a God damn bully picking on the smaller kids. Do you feel that bad about yourself? So bad that you have to make the people around you suffer because you are?"

Harvey stood from behind his desk, "You can't take a little tough love, Mike? You can't take criticism? If you wanted to learn to be a lawyer, you should have gone to law school; I have more important things to worry about than you."

Mike was really starting to get pissed. "Tough love my ass. You're using your power, your money and your reputation to be a bully to everyone below the great Harvey Spector. You know what? You're right, I should have went to law school, too bad I didn't get a full ride to Harvard from my boss! Too bad I have someone to look after besides myself! Too bad that when I look at my life, I remember more than just myself! But that's all you see, Harvey! That's it! Just you!" Mike walked toward the door and turned with his hand on the handle, "Your parents must be so proud."

Mike stood for a moment, letting his insult stew. "At least I have a mom and dad, at least, I'm not some orphan boy like you that has to funnel all my time, money and energy into keeping that old bag of bones you call a grandmother alive. And that's why you're so upset, Mike. You're jealous; mad that I got all the breaks, while poor little Mikey got all the shit. Wha. Get over it. Move on."

Mike turned back with shadows of tears in his eyes and looked at the man he looked up to; the man that Mike thought might finally like him for him, not his brain, and the man that maybe, just maybe, might even love him. That man wasn't in the room with him, he didn't know the Harvey he was speaking with, but all his many sides added up to one Harvey, right? And that one man had just destroyed Mike, obliterated him on the atomic level and the only thing he could think to reply with was, "I wouldn't trade my life for yours, Spector, not in a million years or even if it was a choice between living and dieing. I'd choose death."